Born beautiful, bacon breath,
Beau, besides being boisterous,
basketcase boggles,
batty behavior,
bounds beyond boundaries,
brazen barking bravado,
bane of UPS drivers bringing boxes,
bowling bewildered brother canine bedfellows,
befriending beagles,
basking beside bashful basset hounds,
belabors begging beef at table,
bedazzled by butterflies,
bobblehead bouncy Beau,
basically befuddled,
becalmed by bedtime biscuit,
beloved baffling beastie!
Corgis bought a camper and glam-med it up.
Put in fancy cushions and fine places to sup.
Decorated their hook up with glowing lights.
Welcomed in company on glamping nights.
The beagles arrived first, they shared their bones.
The corgis entertained with songs, stories and poems.
German shepherds were next, bringing their best meat.
Company like that simply cannot be beat!
The corgi’s campsite was an inspiration to all.
Great Danes saw them and jumped over the wall.
Pretty soon they had an orchestra of happy dogs.
They watched the bonfire until gone were all the logs.
Jensen plays to the skinless drum
Ten chocolate soldiers melt down
by the campside
Platitudes of the night
crimson altar affairs preside
I have forgotten your face
wish i was a pram
under full moon
grateful to be the new born
like a newly hatched larvae
An urbane man chased by
bedraggled beagles
Forget the rest
cruelty at its own behest
treads to grey
Beagles’ breath I love now as I awake.
Your wet tongue keenly laps my chin and brow.
I know your love is true and full, not fake.
You impart your joy and love to me now.
The battles of the night have bled away.
And my eyes can blink back to life once more.
“Good girl!” in gravel tones aloud I say.
Then lean up fast to grasp your furry maw.
Best friend to me and I to you am proud.
Even our soaring love as such must fail.
As ruin will likely wrap you in a shroud.
In pain of grief sorrowfully I’ll wail!
Doing as I’ve done each time before death
Has brought me to the fatal edge of doom
I selfish, will seek to find one who’s breath
Will kiss me to raise my heart from the gloom!
Well what a way to start the day
Halleluyah and happy thoughts and all
Absolutely nothing can match it
Your smile is a mile wide it's a scandal
Hope it lasts the whole day long
Wouldn't that be a damn kick in the head
Careful though for serious injury
May end up strapped to a hospital bed
Imagine if Leonard Cohen wrote
About murder, robbery, mistreating beagles
Summing up his thoughts
He was speaking of disappointing people
Dull Moments
I feel numb.
My wits have been fried, at the ends...
It happened, more than once.
It was a little each time I watched the TV,
and they talked about the "free".
Who are they speaking of?
Who are they talking about?
Free money for those that are too lazy to work.
Free money for those that came here, to do harm.
Free education, and a free vacation,
at the expense of all the citizens
who came to stare too long into the box.
They are all asleep now,
and repeat the process,
of voting in...
and toting the baggage
of the elite.
Building a better today than yesterday?
Do you buy that now?
Do you need a cow?
Are you short of milk...
for your children?
Better,
What is better about today?
High food, high gas, high cost of shelter,
illegal's and wild beagles on the streets, in tents for homes
and no one to pay the bill, much less the taxes or the tip,
to get their fill.
Back,
to the "basics"... are all in their speeches...
like leaches, they make up new ways to draw blood.
"Believe in us, and do as your told."
The mantra of old,
rings true...
even today
in every way!
The cat who owned dogs was boasting loudly the other day.
That she had the means to convert them with her ample pay.
She made them wear whisker masks that made them look like cats.
Then she indoctrinated them into an army that chased big rats.
The dogs stood behind her and waited for her whistle command.
She made them wear clothes that would have suited a mariachi band.
The cat who owned dogs was a disgrace with neighbors on her block.
They did not like dogs living in pens there, around the clock.
We like to meow a merry melody once in a while one of them said.
But when the beagles begin to howl with us, our pretty tone is dead.
And when the Great Danes begin their bark from the gates of hell,
It’s something that makes us angry, even worse than the dogs’ smell.
The cat who owned dogs liked getting on her neighbor’s nerves.
She pranced around in pretty dresses, showing off her curves.
She stole their husbands and had litters almost three a year.
She is not a terrific neighbor a friend, in case that is not clear.
Left a calling card by the door.
Left their business under the master’s covers.
The beagles snicker and cower,
knowing justice
will come with a swift kick.
Bruised hindquarters will be well worth it.
They’d do it again and again
except they love the master’s wife
who religiously pats them on the head,
rubs bellies, gives them treats.
She only hears stories
of their escapades.
Furbabies love her only more
as her eyes sparkle
and she laughs
as the master recounts
the stellar moment
when the boys
were left indoors
to make his day,
make him pay the price,
when all’s they wanted
was to go outdoors
to play.
8/29/2020
It's been proven that sex is the leading cause of people
A mind-blowing discovery that might result in sex being illegal
To restrict its activity
Put people in captivity
It's the scourge of mankind and womankind and beagles
Kiddos In Old Town
I rode my bike through
Old Town today
it used to be a few blocks
of bars and low rent restaurants
with Friday and Saturday night
live music pouring through
open doors and windows
back when I first moved to town
in the early seventies
now it’s a pedestrian mall
filled with moms and their
little kiddos out for
some sun and fun without
hassle or travel… the kids
playing in fountains that spurt
up water from random spouts
four feet into the air showering
them with cool streams in the summer sun
as I sat happily watching the kids
a woman around my age walked
into the fountain area with her
thirteen-year-old beagle unleashed
he obviously knew the drill
jumping between spouts as each
shot a stream of water into the air
getting soaked and loving it
the kids went bonkers watching him
and moms loved the show
I saw brightly colored joy in
little faces and mother’s hearts
the warm summer sun keeping
watch over kiddos having a blast
and the pure fun in the beagles being
set a grin on my lips and poetry
running through my mind
I thanked the woman and her wet pup
for being my muse of the day
jumped on my bike and split…
An occurrence that exists in
all walks of our life's happenstances
Some will cheer for you, others
give you despicable glances,
Still others, as here, deride you in comments.
It's a place people work for...filled
with lack of sleep!
It becomes a me against you event,
Now why is that?
People are joyful to rise like a eagle!
Only to insulted by those not here
for poetry at all.
They remind me of angry beagles.
Cyberbullies jump out at you.
I have had it here with infants having
tantrums.
Worse .....you bruise poet souls.
Most of us know who you are.
Comments are for supporting not
cutting any Poet's throat.
It's in the ground rules here but some
of you do not know it.
If you don't like another because of
religious views or political views, do
not read their poetry. Period!
Keep hate out of comments, it's the
kindest thing you can do.
Hate builds no prestige or poetry
at all.
Worst of all it makes you pin size
small.
Just leaves you alone, howling!
With a smirk..The lone, nasty oddball!
Panagiota Romios
4/30/2019
11:45pm PST
Thought the world was filled with growed up people
Apparently not, leaders have the minds of dumb beagles
My army's bigger than yours
Think I'll invade your shores
A very adult response, “try it you bunch of hyaenas”
Widdle kiddles are the cutest and most adorable people
But growing up there's no telling if they'll turn out evil
It's the luck of the draw
Some say that's a flaw
But MOST wind up charming and respectable wee beagles
I love my dog,
I will never take him walks in thick fog.
When he does his tricks he’s very funny,
That is why he should be payed lots of money.
My dog sometimes chews on a boot,
but I still think he is very cute.
My dog is noisy and cute,
but you can’t put him on mute.
My dog is mixed between pugs and beagles,
Even know he is shaking when he sees a lot of seagulls.
My dog is terrified of my dad,
And he runs away sobbing and sad.
To my dog I deeply love you,
And my dog is deeply in love with me too.
"The Prequel"
by: Eric L. Boddie
In my Life, I have come across so many people
And all of them are truly equal
Because we all must battle evil
And everyday, that is the sequel
And some don't agree with how I Chase The Steeple
Maybe it's because I am balder than the eagle
Or perhaps because instead of a brush, I use a pen for my easel
Or maybe it's because as a child I survived the chickenpox and measles
Or because I prefer pit bulls to beagles
Or because I am a black man who listens to Hoobastank and the Beatles
Or because I like both, gas and sour diesle
Or because I am loyal unlike a weasel
Or because my eyes are more open than a needle
Or because I prefer movies by Joel Siegle
Instead of those that only matter feekle
Or because I feel respect is rather regal
Because I TRY my best to do what God Deems As Legal
After All, Only He Is The Prequel
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